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Memory

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In the throes of my pain, I
cling to shadows of the sane
from where I see you standing
just over there.
You are so close I smell your
aftershave and your
skin playacts a cave to nestle
mine for a memorized tinder
shine.
I will not cry...just heave
a tired sigh...until you
go away once more and I lose
myself in the cut of the heart
that stays a deepened shard
to stab at will. And
where I wait so still, on my
ever tender blistering sore.

23-Jul-2006

More By  :  Susan Abraham

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